As we prepare for another semester to end, some familiar hotspots come to the surface of Columbia’s student body. So make sure those cargo shorts are loosened, those tee shirts stretched, and get ready for these mild-mannered art kids to go all Bruce Banner on this bitch.
Rant one: If no one is there to tell me about it, does graduation really exist?
It’s May and that can only mean one thing to the senior class: time to break out the booze and commence the crap out of this school.
But it would appear, to a few of this week’s ranters, that the school isn’t being very forthcoming in how one might actually graduate at all.
“Why do they make it so hard to graduate?” asked Matthew Bradwell, a graduating senior who left a 4-minute long epic this week. “By and large, the school is very good at general infrastructure and such, but when you get to your last semester they’re just like, ‘oh hey, here is 25 things that you have to do that you’ve never even heard of. Oh, and how are you going to do them? We aren’t going to tell you. We’re just going to tell you that you have to do them’.”
Strong words, and ones we may not have been inclined to believe off first blush, had it not been for our next ranter.
“How disappointed I am that [Columbia] didn’t inform the students about the graduation ceremony,” said senior Kaitlyn McAvoy, also graduating this semester. “I heard from several people and we have no information about what’s going on Saturday and Sunday about our graduation ceremonies. I just feel like Columbia needs to inform the students better about the ceremony. Not just posted online, and not just relying on the students to find out for themselves.”
What came first: the chicken or the egg? Why doesn’t anyone realize Clark Kent is Superman with glasses? How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?
Does commencement exist at an arts school in the South Loop of Chicago?
The world may never know.
Rant two: Is my teacher from the black lagoon or the seventh circle of Hell?
Yes, we all have had those teachers who have made us seriously question why we’re doling out several thousands of dollars to go to that deluxe apartment in the sky—or this case, instead of a community college or typical four year university.
However, I think one Columbia student put it best with this rant.
“Whenever I complain about the crappy teachers, nothing ever gets done,” said Matthew Bradwell, a graduating senior. “They tell me something will be done, but nothing ever does. I’d like to know that when I [fill out the evaluation], I want to know at the very least that the person will feel guilty.”
Oh, who doesn’t want that pesky Belding to feel guilty for sending Zach to detention all those times?
Then there are those teachers who make us feel like the cheap, makeup-drenched hussies we are.
Wait…what?
“[F-bomb] teachers going and trying to blackmail students to put [stuff] on websites that they own,” said junior Eric Rehm. “It’s basically [f-bomb] slave labor and it’s a bunch of [excrement from a horned mammal].”
Apparently, some teachers require that students in the J-school have to get one article from their class published in order to get an “A” grade. Also, apparently they use school-affiliated sites to do so.
Kind of a win/win, if you ask me. But then again…I like wearing eye shadow and flaunting my stuff all over town.
Sadly, crappy teachers are here to stay. We can’t all have a Mr. Feeny in our lives.
And we come to the wee little rants…
Junior Eli Kaberon doesn’t like how breaks are divided up.
“I don’t like at Columbia that the winter break is seven weeks long, and the thanksgiving break is two days long,” he said. “They should change that.”
Yeah! I’m all about the equality freight train, so lets get on this and Obama-ize it!
Epic rant-ist Matthew Bradwell also had thoughts on the Chronicle.
Memo to the editorial staff: he’s not a fan.
“The Chronicle needs to have a sports section, even if the student body doesn’t read sports,” he said. “The student body doesn’t care about the Chronicle. The Chronicle exists to boost the resumes of the journalism students, and one-fifth of us are in sports journalism.”
Talk about boom goes the dynamite.
And we’ve hit the end of the road. Please kindly return to your proper skin hue, and don’t forget to clean up any torn clothing on your way out.
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